My Morning...

So I woke up a tad late this morning. I was little freaked out, but managed to get myself under control, and realized if I hustled, I could still make it to work on time. As I was getting dressed, Kev came into the bedroom and with rather large eyes says, "I need you to come look at something real quick. It's not anything bad, but I need you to come look at what's on the dog gate." So immediately, in my over-dramatic, vivid imagination, I see something crazy like an owl, or a snake, or Satan himself sitting on our dog gate. (I know, I'm dramatic, but I'm just being real here people) So, I nervously peek around the corner out at the gate, and there clinging to the bars is one of these little guys:


We have two hermit crabs and apparently, it had been a rough night for the little fella. Somehow, he had managed to get out of his terrarium, gotten down from the kitchen counter, which means he had fallen from quite a great height, hid out for several hours during the Ultimate Body Makeover party I had, managed to NOT get stepped on somehow, and then found his way to the dog gate. There he sat, in his little American flag shell, clutching for his dear life to the gate. I swear his eyes were bugging out of his head. He was definitely frightened, I couldn't get him off the gate, he had his pincher directly on the bar, so I just left him clinging there.

So I go back to getting ready for work. I gathered my things up and put my lunch together. Suddenly, my cell phone rings and it's Kevin. He starts the conversation off with, "Ok so don't get mad..." Anytime he starts a sentence off with that line, I get a bit concerned. He continues, "...but I need you to bring me a gas can. I ran out of gas."


Ugh. So I get my stuff, load it in the car, go dig through the garage and find our gas can, and head out to the gas station. Oh, and did I mention to you that I've never filled a gas can in my life? I'm not a girly girl by any stretch, but it's just one of those things I've never done, and I most definitely did NOT want to smell like gasoline all day. So I'm praying as I pull into the Murphy station, "Ok God, I don't want to get gas all over me, and I've never done this before. Please help me get this easily and cleanly." And as always, God is faithful. I got the gas can filled, and I even had a couple of Wal-Mart sacks to put it on so it wouldn't stink up my car. I drove it to Kev he got his truck going and he made it to work.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Bob is still hanging on the gate. So I managed to swing back by the house, I walk in, and poof! No Bob on the gate. "Oh NOOOO! Where is he??" So I slowly begin walking around, looking at the floor like I'm looking for a lost contact. I make may way into the living room, and right in front of the loveseat, I see a tiny American flag, attempting to make it's getaway. "Aha!" I say, "You're going back to your home!" I put him back in his terrarium with his friend Gary, and head to work! Whew! What a morning!

Oh, and Happy St. Patty's!
Jess